Post by pottsforthewin on Nov 27, 2010 22:49:20 GMT -5
...Abygale Constance Potter*
*Shh. I'll tell you when you're older. *
[/size]*Shh. I'll tell you when you're older. *
...basics*
name Abygale Potter
nickname Aby, Connie, never Gale
age Twenty-five
gender Female
grade N/A
hometown Rosemont, Chicago
sexuality Straight
personification Mrs. Potts
status DORMANT
face claim Taraji P. Henson
...appearance*
hair color Hazel
eye color Brown
build Sturdy...
height5"9 ish
clothing style Classy casual. Jeans or simple dress pants, heels and a nice jacket. Rarely will she wear a skirt, but she has been known to wear a hat once in a while.
distinctive traits She can be VERY loud.
...personal*
personality Aby can be the life of the party or the mouse in the corner no one ever sees. It really depends on how she's feeling at the time. She's a sweetheart, a bit of the mothering type. She can be soft and sweet one minute then sharp and stern the next. Everyone is her baby.
That's not to say Abygale is a push over. Oh no sir! She's the kind of girl to take a lickin' and keep on tickin'. She's the first to stand up for someone in need and grab a bull by the horns. She doesn't like when people pick on each other, and has been known to give folks her 'Special Glare' when they get on her nerves.
All in all, she's a pretty easy going person. Just don't insult one of her 'kids'.
pastAby was the second child and last member of the Potter family. Her parents, an acountant and an interior decorator doted on her for most of her life. And she was fine with it, really, until she got older, and wanted a bit of freedom. Like when she was seven. All the other girls her age were having sleepovers and super long playdates, but her parents wouldn't let her slep out, and more than an hour spent at someone's house was sonsidered being a nuisance. So aby started running away. Growing up in a big city, Aby had just about everything a girl cold want. Stores to go into, oodles of places to go and hundreds of places to get lost in when she wanted to get away from her parents and her overbearing brother.
As she got older she got better at getting away and hiding, not that it was necessary at this point. Aby's parents had all but adopted the 'hippie' attitude of 'Do whatever you want, I don't care'. Her brother, though, was the problem. Being five years older than she was, Jeremy thought he knew best, and would go out of his way to make sure she though so too. Not that she ever did. He would show up at parties and hang out spots to make a fuss and try to drag her home. All through High school Aby tried to ignore him as best she could, until she didn't have to.
On her eighteenth birthday Aby moved out. She spent some time in Georgia, North Carolina, Maine, picking up a few skills here and there in the flower and home-keeping businesses, and mostly just enjoying the freedom. She never stayed anywhere for longer than a few months. Nowhere really ever felt like home.
present Now working at The Last Petal, Aby is taking things a bit slow. She's enjoying working somewhere where they challenge her, even if it is with flowers. Arranging was something she found she was good at, as well as calming her manager, Mr. G Beare's feral temper. Most of the time.
She refused to drive anywhere in the city. It simply made no sense in her opinion. Why drive a car that would spend three quarters of its life in traffic when there were taxis one could ride in, bikes and buses to ride, or perfectly good sidewalks to walk on?
Her apartment was a bit bigger than she thought she needed. There were three extra rooms that she just couldn't make herself turn into something. Most days she felt like she was missing something, wonderful job and residence and all. Sometimes she would see children one their way to or from school, and a part of her would just ache....
family Constance and Jeremy Potter, parents
Jeremy Potter Jr., brother
likes Pizza, pie, music, singing, tea, porcelain, snow, blankets
dislikes Mean people, mean dogs, meanness in general, temper tantrums, being yelled at, being taken for granted
other notes She's going to adopt Val in a bit.
...literature*
book title Beauty and the Beast
backstory Mrs. Potts is the kitchen's head of the castle, and has a loving, motherly feel. When the Enchantress curses the Beast, she is transformed into a teapot. In her first appearance, she helps Maurice get comfortable. She helps comfort Belle when she is made to stay at the castle in exchange for her father's freedom. Mrs. Potts also tries to help the Beast try and become more civil to Belle, although the efforts fall apart when Belle refuses to come to dinner. Later, Mrs. Potts entertains Belle when she's having dinner. When the Beast is wounded, she tries to tend to his wounds with Belle. After learning that there are invaders coming to the castle, she tries to get the Beast to do something, but he declines, still depressed about Belle leaving. She later participates in the battle of the castle by having the rest of the dishes pour hot liquid on the villagers.
...roleplayer*
name Treysaur
age Prehistoric
gender Female
rp experience A loooooong time. I'm prehistoric, remember?
how you found ouac I hatched the monster that hatched this. Or so I like to think.
rp sample There were only four more dates to take the SAT's and Mack was beginning to panic.
She'd taken it once, the first time in September, and had failed miserably. she couldn't even think of the low score without wincing. She was determined to put in more study time and ace the thing, but then things started going pear-shaped.
Apparently she was in danger of losing her spots on the soccer and lacrosse teams. When Coach had pulled her aside earlier that month, explaining that her grades were dropping below the 2.0 minimum, Mack had had the perfect WHAT THE F8CK moment. She'd ended up ranting for a full fifteen minutes about how much stress she was under trying to study for the SAT's, how she was killing herself every week showing up to all of their practices and did those idiots really think that she was going to let them kick her off a team she had been a part of since she started Baum? Really?
Coach Sprinter had promptly told her to that she wasn't allowed to have a mental breakdown in his office, and that he could escort her to the guidance counselor's if she needed it. Mack had sat down and shut up, before promising to do better and fleeing the room.
That had been earlier this month, and she had been going crazy trying to do just that. She spent entire nights doing and redoing homework assignments under the light of her single, solitary lamp till she was sick of looking at them, before whipping out her copy of The Official SAT Study Guide, 2nd Edition. We went over ten questions and their tips, tricks and answers in every section, before taking a shower and heading to the cafeteria. If she got their early enough she could catch the first pot of coffee, the only good one for the whole day, and hope that would keep her awake.
But lately, studying had become more stressful than it was worth. Lately she couldn't focus. She'd start in on a biology assignment on micro organism behaviors and end up thinking about tiny green blobs having temper tantrums in the halls of Baum. English assignments turned into long, stupid ramblings that had nothing to do with her topic. This was starting to get out of her control. Mack needed to focus.
Which was why she was at the hospital, headed for the pharmacy.
The sterile environment somehow soothed a bit of her nerves as she walked by, ignoring everyone who passed her, patient and health care worker alike. Mack ran a hand through her hair distractedly, patting down the stray strands that tangled around her fingertips. She made it to the desk where a woman sat in front of rows and rows of meds, the gum she was chewing flashing out at the world every other second. For a minute, Mack considered turning back and asking one of those druggies at school to help her out. But they were nasty people, always smoking and doing drugs and other illegal things, and she could only imagine what she'd have to do to pay them back. No, this way was better.
"Excuse me," she said, folding her arms on the counter. "Can I get some Addaral?"
"Do you have a prescription?" the woman, whose name tag proclaimed her to be Sheryl, asked.
"No. I just need some to focus while I study for the SAT's."
"Then, no, you can't have any," Sheryl said. "Addaral is a restricted drug, only to be issued to those who have a valid prescription for the treatment of a attention deficit disorder."
"But that's what I have! I can't concentrate on anything for more than a minute." Mack cried.
"Then you need to see a doctor, honey. Get diagnosed, and come right back here and I'll fix you up. Until then," she said, placing a large 'Closed' sign on the counter, pushing Mack's arms off. "No."
"But miss, you don't understand!" But Sheryl wasn't listening. Had, in fact, walked to the back of the pharmacy out of Mack's line of sight. For all the girl knew, the pharmacist could be sitting right beyond that row, waiting for her to leave. Not that it mattered. Sheryl wasn't going to give her what she needed.
Mack put her head in her hands and groaned. This was much, much worse than she expected.
